If gods of darkness devour the brilliance of the sun,
and secret sadness lingers long into always—
recall the blush-dance of the vast world waking
to the healing laughter of birdsong
carried on a kiss of blue-sky breath,
and watch the flower-fire dazzle red and pink—
a thousand dreams dreamt, a thousand dreams waiting
My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She knows that my spirits were lifted by seeing signs of spring this week.